Chapter 20 #3
She angled her chin up, her toes clenching, full-body shivering as Darcy nipped her teeth against her pulse, which jumped in response.
Then Darcy pulled back and thrust into Juliet, for the first time in minutes. Juliet’s head snapped back hard into the pillow, a shout ripping from her throat.
“Do you feel me, baby?” Darcy asked right against her ear.
“Yeah. Mm, fuck. Yes, I feel you,” she answered with a moan.
“Use me. I’m here to make you come.” Darcy didn’t stop moving, fucking Juliet with long, deliberate strokes. “It’s just you and me, here.”
Juliet nodded rapidly, her heart picking up pace in her chest the way Darcy’s hips picked up pace slamming into her own.
This time, she kept her eyes open. Just barely, but enough. Enough to watch Darcy above her.
The way the heat and arousal was etched into her face, the sheen of sweat on her forehead. The way she stared down at Juliet with a promise that she wasn’t going to stop.
It was just them, here. Darcy’s words reverberated through her mind, and she clenched so tightly around the length buried inside of her.
It was just them, here.
Juliet was in control of her own pleasure. Well, Darcy was, but she – she wanted to give this to Juliet.
God, yes, okay. It was happening. Finally.
The orgasm she’d been desperately grasping for minutes ago came roaring back, and Juliet darted her hand between them. She didn’t want Darcy to move, she liked feeling her. She liked having Darcy’s hips pressing into her wrist, as she messily stroked her fingers over her throbbing clit.
“Fucking finally,” she gutturally groaned. “Darcy.”
It was all she could say before her orgasm rolled through her.
Pummeled her, was more accurate. Her legs flexed so tightly they nearly cramped, her hands pressed into Darcy’s back to find an anchor keeping her right here in the moment.
Darcy’s torso completely pressed into hers, which only made Juliet’s orgasm even stronger.
It was exactly what she wanted. What she’d needed. Everything in her body and mind felt completely washed out with pleasure.
When it faded, her ears were ringing. Heart still thudding in her chest, she opened heavily lidded eyes and wiggled her legs enough to let Darcy know she needed them to come down.
Darcy obliged without hesitation, shifting up as carefully as possible given how deep she still was inside of Juliet. She guided Juliet’s legs gently down to the bed, which was sweet because Juliet was going to let them drop as if the limbs no longer had any sensation.
They did, with a somewhat enjoyable burn in her muscles.
Darcy carefully settled back over her, running her eyes over Juliet’s face. “I’m just going to–”
She grabbed Darcy’s hips firmly before she could move. “Don’t pull out. Not yet.”
Darcy stilled immediately, her eyes widening. “All right. Are you okay?”
“More than. But,” she started, turning and angling her head up to find… there it was. She reached out, fumbling for her phone, grabbing it with her fingertips. “I’m not done yet.”
“Not done?” Darcy echoed, a small smirk sliding into place. Before it dropped away when she realized Juliet had unlocked her phone. “What are you doing? You make us text with code names, and you’re going to use your phone while I’m literally inside of you?”
Juliet ignored her, finding the right app. She paused her thumb over the screen, turning to look at Darcy above her. “Are you prepared for me to be in control of you?”
She watched as Darcy’s eyebrows furrowed, her pupils dilating. “Yes.”
“Good.” Even though she’d just come, even though she wasn’t entirely sure if this would push her clit into being overworked, she didn’t care. She had a vision.
She tapped her phone, and immediately, they both heard and felt the buzzing start.
Darcy’s eyes widened, her hands slamming into the bed on either side of Juliet’s head with a renewed force, gripping so tightly at her sheets. Satisfaction surged through Juliet at her response, knowing that Darcy was feeling the vibration at the base of the toy, pressed right against her clit.
“O-oh fuck. What? J-J-Juliet,” Darcy stuttered as her cheeks flushed, her hips snapping forward in a movement clearly beyond her control. “Oh my god, I’m sorry.”
She continued to roll her hips in small, rolling movements against Juliet, unable to stop herself.
Unfortunately, Juliet couldn’t keep her cool, calm composure the way she’d like to in this moment. She, ideally, would be able to talk Darcy through this, to keep her head on straight. But she really couldn’t.
Not with the way Darcy was grinding into her. With those sensual rolls of Darcy’s hips and then the slow grinding, the vibration was also on Juliet’s clit.
“I – if you’re overstimulated, you have to tell me to stop,” Darcy managed to bite out, panting hotly against her ear. There was a whine in her voice, something that made her sound completely, totally out of control. “Because I can’t, I, I’m losing my mind.”
“I’m not. I want it,” the words fell out of her mouth, as she lifted her legs around Darcy’s hips.
She’d been very intrigued when she’d seen this online, and this was why. Because Darcy’s thrusts were growing messier, less rhythmic. Her eyes were closing, her breath coming in little gasps and cries.
Because she was going to make Darcy come while she was inside of her, fucking her like this, and Juliet wanted that.
She wanted to bring Darcy to her knees, just like this.
She wanted Darcy to completely lose control of herself while she was buried inside of her, while their entire bodies were pressed tightly together.
“Ah – ah – ah!” Darcy cried out against her, her hips stuttering as she fell over the edge.
Juliet came again from the combination of Darcy shuddering against her and the vibration from the strap. This one was softer, a small release. Like a dessert to her last orgasm’s main course.
As soon as Darcy stopped coming, when she stopped shuddering, she tapped the Off icon with shaking fingers. Now, she was overstimulated.
“Sorry to make you move right after I’ve fucked your brains out, but now I’m a little sore,” she murmured into Darcy’s ear.
After a moment’s hesitation, she pressed a soft kiss there. What the hell. Because she was feeling very soft right now, like she could melt right into the bed. And she did know that Darcy was the root cause.
Darcy nodded, drawing a deep inhale, as she pushed herself up and slowly drew her hips back.
Juliet groaned when the toy left her. “God,” she breathed out, truly melting down into the bed like she was a puppet whose strings had been cut.
Darcy hummed back in affirmation, her hands still trembling slightly as she loosened the harness and slid it off. When she turned onto her back, she let out a big yawn.
Juliet couldn’t help but smile, shaking her head slightly. She reached out her hand, dropping it gently to Darcy’s stomach. “I know how you love to fall asleep after we have sex. But not tonight. I have to leave for my flight at four in the morning.”
Darcy scoffed. “I do not love to fall asleep after sex.”
Her smile got even bigger at the affronted tone. She knew that was how Darcy would sound, like she always did when Juliet teased her about this.
If she was being honest, though, she found it… nice. That Darcy could genuinely rest here, with her.
The spot behind Juliet’s eye throbbed, and she groaned louder than she intended, tossing her arm over her eyes. Her migraine returning now?
It had been waiting in the shadows. Staved off during sex – her body far too preoccupied, and she’d still been in the dosage window from the shot she’d taken earlier – it seemed merely the reminder of her early morning for the final leg of her tour brought it roaring back.
She’d known in the back of her mind that she’d be able to take her second shot just after Darcy arrived, but she’d been… preoccupied.
“Soooo,” Darcy dragged out. “Do you want to talk about what you have going on?”
Juliet frowned sharply, keeping her arm over her eyes. “What do you mean?”
Darcy was quiet for a few seconds. “I think it was pretty clear that you weren’t your typical self. You seemed to need something… different.”
She scrunched her face up as her stomach tied up in knots. She could only imagine what moral high-horse Darcy would think about how Juliet had essentially sold her soul to the devil at the start of her career.
“Sometimes you just need something different,” she said, rolling her lips. “Don’t be nosy.”
Ugh, yeah, her migraine was getting worse, the stabbing feeling intensifying like it was wrestling against the final remnants of the medication in her system. She hissed in a breath.
“Are you okay?” Darcy asked, and Juliet could feel that she’d leaned in like she was trying to get close enough to see Juliet’s face under where she had it covered.
Narrowing her eyes against even the dim lighting in her bedroom, she saw that she was right. Darcy was looking at her in a way that was far more alert than she usually was after sex.
“I’m fine. I just have a migraine.” Again. Or, she supposed, it was the same one from earlier.
“Oh,” Darcy drew the sound out for several moments. “I didn’t know you got migraines? Regularly? Do you?”
“Mhmm,” she sighed out. “I need to get my medication before it gets worse or my flight is going to be a nightmare.” Because she couldn’t take more than two doses in twenty-four hours, but this one would be wearing off around the time she had to be in the air.
Darcy’s hands quickly shot out, pressing gently on her shoulders. “Stay there. I’ll get it.”
She hopped up, clearly eager to be of service in all her naked glory.
Juliet could only stare for a few seconds, before she closed her eyes again. “You don’t even know where it is.”
“Obviously not. Tell me.”
She waved her hand in the direction of her ensuite. “It’s in an injection pen, in the draw next to the sink. The farthest one to the left.”
She could hear Darcy rustling through her drawers in the bathroom, before she returned in a flash. She presented Juliet with the pen, standing on her side of the bed.
“Do you want me to do it?” Darcy looked down at the medication. “Is it the same as an EpiPen? I’ve had to use those on people at the bowling alley before.”
Juliet shook her head, sitting up. “No, I’ll do it myself.” She grabbed it from Darcy, before she paused. “Thanks, though.”
Darcy shrugged, watching Juliet intently as she injected the medication.
“I guess I should go, then. You should sleep. Do you want me to turn the lights off?”
Juliet tipped her head to the side as she watched Darcy start to move around the room, looking for her clothing. “Do you have two modes? Sleep right after we have sex or leave immediately after?”
She was kind of joking, but also… not.
Darcy paused where she stood, her shirt in her hands. “No? I just mean – you clearly have something going on. And you aren’t feeling well.”
Juliet waved her hand, dismissively. “It’s fine. Happens often enough. Just have to push through.”
“I mean… not when you’re in pain.”
“I’m not – I’m fine,” she stressed to Darcy, exasperated. It was even a little silly, really, for Juliet to consider what Darcy was saying. “Look, the world doesn’t stop because I get a migraine. This is all a part of the deal.”
Darcy’s eyebrows furrowed deeply, like she was ready to refute what Juliet was saying. But she didn’t want her to. She didn’t want Darcy trying to dig in more about her.
Instead, she drew her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them as she asked, “Think you’ll be able to sleep tonight at the hotel the way you do here after sex? Seems like an interesting experiment for us to run.”
“I guess so. I’ll text you in the morning with the results.”
“Can’t wait,” she returned, dryly.
She knew that she would, in fact, have a message from Darcy some time in the morning giving her the number of hours she’d slept – because Darcy said she’d be texting her, which meant she would be.
It was a kind of reliability that she’d really come to appreciate.
After Darcy left, Juliet stayed in her bed. Being mildly annoyed by her early flight, because she had come to like when Darcy promptly fell asleep in her bed after they had sex. She always had morning sex to look forward to.
Thief – 11:39P.M.
Given that you were so paranoid about my safety the first night I came to your house, I figured I’d let you know that I made it back to the hotel all in one piece
Juliet – 11:39P.M.
I’m paranoid because I was mildly concerned about you walking around by yourself in the dark?
Thief – 11:40P.M.
… you’re just confirming what I said
Juliet – 11:40P.M.
Whatever. Great, glad you didn’t get mugged or kidnapped
Thief – 11:40P.M.
Thank you
Why are you still awake? You have a migraine. Put your phone down at the very least????
Juliet – 11:41P.M.
What in the world do you think gives you the right to tell me what to do?
Thief – 11:41P.M.
Goodnight, J.J.
Juliet – 11:41P.M.
Goodnight, Thief
And don’t think I didn’t notice you taking one of my sweatshirts when you left
THIEF
Thief – 11:42P.M.
I never leave your place this late at night. It’s cold out!
Juliet shook her head, her lips curling into a smile even as she huffed out an exasperated breath. Absolute thief.